My Beautiful, Mad Wife Whom I've Never Met

Jiang Yang responded to a call in an affluent neighborhood, where a resident had fallen from a high-rise. After performing first aid, Jiang Yang saw the injured person regain consciousness. Covered in blood, they still pointed furiously in one direction, accusing someone of murder. Jiang Yang followed the direction of their finger and saw the suspect being questioned by the police. One hand rested on a cane; beneath her black qipao with its subtle pattern, she openly showed her slightly lame left leg. She was so beautiful, so elegant. Before Jiang Yang could look away, the woman noticed her and met her gaze. After a few seconds, she smiled, then ignored the victim's tearful, bloodied accusations and the police's questions. From a distance, she gently asked Jiang Yang: "It must be exhausting responding to calls in the ambulance. Would you like to come work at my home?" That was the first time Jiang Yang met Xie Qianling. A dangerous woman whose lovers had accused her multiple times of psychological abuse and even murder. Later, the woman asked her, "Would you like to be my lover?" Jiang Yang: "..." Everyone who knew Jiang Yang believed she was married, that her wife had passed away, and that she loved only her late wife. Jiang Yang had never told anyone that she had never actually been married. She simply admired someone from afar, someone who had dragged her out of the muddy depths of an abyss. She had never met that person, but had imagined all sorts of things about her. Since people were always trying to set her up with someone, she had taken to claiming she was married. She must be a gentle person, Jiang Yang imagined. Only later did Jiang Yang learn that she was a beautiful madwoman. And that madwoman was now going even crazier after learning that the woman she loved was mourning a dead person as a widow. Reader's Guide: Calm and resilient x dangerously beautiful. Both are virgins. A melodramatic romance, with no lovers on the side. Upcoming: The Rules of a Gentle Secret Crush It turned out that even adults could get drunk at a group dinner and then quietly abandon a classmate on the street. Chen Nianqian was the one they'd deliberately left behind, but she wasn't actually drunk. Her face was so red because she was sick. Chen Nianqian couldn't be bothered to call them out. As soon as they were gone, she turned and headed to the riverside. She stood in the breeze, the lights lending her features a vivid glow. A gentle voice sounded behind her. "If you're sick, don't stand in the wind." "And don't drink, either." What a busybody. Thinking that, Chen Nianqian didn't even turn around before replying sarcastically, "If I shouldn't do this or that, how about I go home with you, hide from the wind, and drink some congee?" Apparently stung by her sharp tongue, the voice fell silent. After a while, it spoke again. "I live just across the river. Can you walk on your own?" Chen Nianqian: ... What kind of saint was this? A lunatic. Chen Nianqian finally turned around to look at the saint. Then, caught completely off guard, she met a gaze full of sincere concern. On a chilly autumn day, she found herself swept into a warm spring breeze. For a fleeting moment, she lost herself. Then she hurriedly looked away and stumbled off from the riverside. * Qin Zhimian had watched one girl for years, quietly keeping her in her heart. One day, she finally worked up the courage to approach her. And got scolded. Theme: Don't live your life comparing yourself to others.